A friend of mine had a small dog that went through a false pregnancy. It went through the house gathering up all of the phones. Every time the phone rung, the dog would run to them and cuddle with the phones till they stopped "crying". The vet said it would go away in about a few months. Until it did, my friend and her husband had to live with the fact that their dog freaked out every time her babies cried, and one of them would talk up a puppy butt.

Burr:First time: Yeah...that's cute, whatever (I am not a fan of cats, its a family thing, they are tools in the war against mice, nothing more), just don't let it happen again

Second Time: Oh, you are missing your cat? Yeah, I caught him in my live trap, and then drove him 50 miles outside the city and dropped him off in the strip mine reclamation area.

FTA:"We've got some other neighbours who have young children and quite like the cat so [they] had encouraged him into the house. He started stealing things from them and it kind of went downhill from there."Or how about Second Time, close your front door and tell your little crotchspawn to leave strange animals alone?

jaytkay:Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: I've got a mini crossbow I bought at the car wash

??

From some guy in the parking lot or what?

I actually didn't buy one, but yeah, my local car wash is an old school 70's one and they sell all sorts of weird shiat in there. The inside is basically a flea market booth. Mini crossbows, belt buckles, dvd's, etc...

Satanic_Hamster:Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Burr: In anticipation of being painted as an "evil person", here is how I would handle it.

First time: Yeah...that's cute, whatever (I am not a fan of cats, its a family thing, they are tools in the war against mice, nothing more), just don't let it happen again

Second Time: Oh, you are missing your cat? Yeah, I caught him in my live trap, and then drove him 50 miles outside the city and dropped him off in the strip mine reclamation area.

My grandfather used to do this to neighborhood cats that tore up his garden and used the sandbox he built for his grandchildren as their toilet. You get a warning. Next time, the cat goes bye bye.

Jesus Christ dude, your grandad sounds like a lunatic.

And it came as a complete surprised when he was shot one morning in his driveway.

Yep, knew this would happen. Look, I grew up on a farm. We had maybe about 20 cats running around. Never fed them, just let them do their thing.

My grandfather was actually a Korean War veteran, owned the local grocery store, and was the post master general. They named the post office after him when he died. He never killed them, just relocated them. Hell, he even went to the authorities and they said they couldn't do anything about it.

So, instead of catching them and taking them to a shelter, he took them to a heavily wooded area out in the middle of nowhere with nobody around for miles, where they could actually run around, be free, eat field mice and squirrels to their hearts content.

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom:my local car wash is an old school 70's one and they sell all sorts of weird shiat in there. The inside is basically a flea market booth. Mini crossbows, belt buckles, dvd's, etc...